Bob Lynn
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This evening's entertainment... The Play That Goes Wrong at the Duchess Theatre, London.
August 29, 2025 at 6:16 PM
This evening's entertainment... The Play That Goes Wrong at the Duchess Theatre, London.
We woke to our sunflower felled - clean, senseless. Even the squirrels had laid a rock as dining table, crumbs like confetti. Small garden tragedy, recalling Sycamore Gap: living things toppled not by storms but by hands, paws, or whims that mistake dominion for care.
#Sunflower #Garden #Squirrels
#Sunflower #Garden #Squirrels
August 25, 2025 at 9:20 AM
We woke to our sunflower felled - clean, senseless. Even the squirrels had laid a rock as dining table, crumbs like confetti. Small garden tragedy, recalling Sycamore Gap: living things toppled not by storms but by hands, paws, or whims that mistake dominion for care.
#Sunflower #Garden #Squirrels
#Sunflower #Garden #Squirrels
Part of the BDCC Breakfast Crew today - on washing/drying duties @ Fairport's Cropredy Festival.
August 9, 2025 at 10:52 AM
Part of the BDCC Breakfast Crew today - on washing/drying duties @ Fairport's Cropredy Festival.
tantali(s|z)e (v.)
Sweet temptation hovers near my hand,
Just close enough to make my senses ache,
The British "s" or Yankee "z" so grand?
Both sides insist the other's choice mistake,
Whilst letters dance like mirages on sand,
And leave us guessing which spelling not to break.
#poetry #poem
Sweet temptation hovers near my hand,
Just close enough to make my senses ache,
The British "s" or Yankee "z" so grand?
Both sides insist the other's choice mistake,
Whilst letters dance like mirages on sand,
And leave us guessing which spelling not to break.
#poetry #poem
July 15, 2025 at 9:31 AM
boffo (adj.)
Hearken! Mine troupe hath wrought a wondrous show,
Such triumph as doth make the coffers flow!
The groundlings cheer, the nobles cry "Bravo!"
'Tis success beyond what mortals know!
Come witness this, the fairest sight below,
A spectacle that sets all hearts aglow!
#poem #poetry
Hearken! Mine troupe hath wrought a wondrous show,
Such triumph as doth make the coffers flow!
The groundlings cheer, the nobles cry "Bravo!"
'Tis success beyond what mortals know!
Come witness this, the fairest sight below,
A spectacle that sets all hearts aglow!
#poem #poetry
July 10, 2025 at 12:08 PM
simulacrum (n.)
Behold what seems yet hath no substance true,
A mirrored ghost that wears reality's face;
'Tis but a shade of what the heart once knew,
A hollow form bereft of heaven's grace.
Where being dwelt, now dwells what none can view,
And those who seek shall find but empty space.
#poetry
Behold what seems yet hath no substance true,
A mirrored ghost that wears reality's face;
'Tis but a shade of what the heart once knew,
A hollow form bereft of heaven's grace.
Where being dwelt, now dwells what none can view,
And those who seek shall find but empty space.
#poetry
July 9, 2025 at 11:37 AM
simulacrum (n.)
Behold what seems yet hath no substance true,
A mirrored ghost that wears reality's face;
'Tis but a shade of what the heart once knew,
A hollow form bereft of heaven's grace.
Where being dwelt, now dwells what none can view,
And those who seek shall find but empty space.
#poetry
Behold what seems yet hath no substance true,
A mirrored ghost that wears reality's face;
'Tis but a shade of what the heart once knew,
A hollow form bereft of heaven's grace.
Where being dwelt, now dwells what none can view,
And those who seek shall find but empty space.
#poetry
exemplary (adj.)
A beacon stands upon the hill so bright,
A guide for all who wander through the night.
With steady grace and virtue pure and true,
A model carved for others to pursue.
In every deed, perfection's gentle call,
A standard raised to lift and inspire all.
#Poetry #Poem
A beacon stands upon the hill so bright,
A guide for all who wander through the night.
With steady grace and virtue pure and true,
A model carved for others to pursue.
In every deed, perfection's gentle call,
A standard raised to lift and inspire all.
#Poetry #Poem
July 8, 2025 at 12:57 PM
cantankerous (adj.)
With a scowl on his face and a sharp-edged tongue,
He snaps at the world, both old and young.
Every small thing sets his temper ablaze,
He grumbles through all of his difficult days.
Cooperation's a word he simply won't hear—
A prickly old soul that none dare draw near.
#Poetry
With a scowl on his face and a sharp-edged tongue,
He snaps at the world, both old and young.
Every small thing sets his temper ablaze,
He grumbles through all of his difficult days.
Cooperation's a word he simply won't hear—
A prickly old soul that none dare draw near.
#Poetry
July 5, 2025 at 8:54 AM
cantankerous (adj.)
With a scowl on his face and a sharp-edged tongue,
He snaps at the world, both old and young.
Every small thing sets his temper ablaze,
He grumbles through all of his difficult days.
Cooperation's a word he simply won't hear—
A prickly old soul that none dare draw near.
#Poetry
With a scowl on his face and a sharp-edged tongue,
He snaps at the world, both old and young.
Every small thing sets his temper ablaze,
He grumbles through all of his difficult days.
Cooperation's a word he simply won't hear—
A prickly old soul that none dare draw near.
#Poetry
Yankee (n.)
Across the sea from Britain's royal throne,
A people dreamed of calling land their own.
With muskets ready, freedom in their hearts,
They played rebellion's bold and daring parts.
Through winter's forge and fields of morning dew,
They built a nation, proud in red, white, blue.
#Poetry
Across the sea from Britain's royal throne,
A people dreamed of calling land their own.
With muskets ready, freedom in their hearts,
They played rebellion's bold and daring parts.
Through winter's forge and fields of morning dew,
They built a nation, proud in red, white, blue.
#Poetry
July 4, 2025 at 3:52 PM
Yankee (n.)
Across the sea from Britain's royal throne,
A people dreamed of calling land their own.
With muskets ready, freedom in their hearts,
They played rebellion's bold and daring parts.
Through winter's forge and fields of morning dew,
They built a nation, proud in red, white, blue.
#Poetry
Across the sea from Britain's royal throne,
A people dreamed of calling land their own.
With muskets ready, freedom in their hearts,
They played rebellion's bold and daring parts.
Through winter's forge and fields of morning dew,
They built a nation, proud in red, white, blue.
#Poetry
verbose (adj.)
His tongue unleashes torrents, never brief,
Where few words could provide the same relief,
Each simple thought becomes a sprawling maze,
Lost in the tangle of his wordy ways,
He fills the air with sounds that could be less,
A waterfall where dewdrops would impress.
#Poetry #Poem
His tongue unleashes torrents, never brief,
Where few words could provide the same relief,
Each simple thought becomes a sprawling maze,
Lost in the tangle of his wordy ways,
He fills the air with sounds that could be less,
A waterfall where dewdrops would impress.
#Poetry #Poem
July 1, 2025 at 1:37 PM
